Chapter 273: The Three-Headed Dog of Hell
In the underground confidential archive room of the ancient library which had been silent for who knows how many years, the next moment, an extremely terrified voice was heard, attracting all attention.
"ah!!!!"
Wade, who had just disappeared in front of the librarian Roosevelt, came out directly from the disappearing wall.
With a look of fear on his face, he staggered and fell to the ground. Even after falling to the ground, he used his hands and feet to crawl away from the distant wall, as if there was some ferocious beast chasing him from behind.
Wade ran away in panic, muttering to himself: "Cerberus, Cerberus..."
The ancient Greek pronunciation echoed in the underground confidential archive room.
"Cerberus?"
Roosevelt, the keeper of the library's confidential archives, stepped forward, squatted down, and asked, "What did you see?"
Wade, who had just disappeared into the wall, said in horror: "The three-headed dog of hell, I saw the three-headed dog of hell."
"What?"
The librarian's eyes were filled with disbelief.
At this moment, he also understood what the man just called "Cerberus". It was the name of the hell watchdog in Greek mythology.
According to legend, Cerberus was born to Typhon, the ancestor of all monsters, and Echidna, a snake-like monster.
This monster has a ferocious and terrifying appearance. It has many heads, a snake's tail, and poisonous snakes coiled around its neck.
When it barks, it sprays venom from its mouth. Wherever the venom falls, Aconitum plants grow, which are extremely poisonous.
Cerberus is the pet of Hades, the god of the underworld, and his mission is to guard the spirit world.
"It was inside. I... I also saw the old brass book, nailed to the ground by the two prongs of the statue of Hades before it."
Wade, who was lying on the ground, said incoherently: "It was lying at the feet of the Hades statue. I... I thought it was also a statue, but the moment I approached, it suddenly... suddenly opened its eyes."
"Three heads, six bloodthirsty eyes, it's horrible, Roosevelt, it's going to eat me, it's going to eat me."
As if he remembered something, he stood up with a terrified look on his face and said, "Let's get out of here quickly. If it chases us out... we'll be dead."
Wade, like a madman, dragged the librarian Roosevelt and ran outside.
The archivist who was with Roosevelt and others looked at Wade who was panicking in the distance, and then looked at the slightly dim underground confidential archive room.
After a moment's silence, everyone put down the books in their hands and started running.
In the Age of Becoming a God, anything can happen.
No one wants to bet whether there is a three-headed dog of hell on the other side of the wall.
………
At the same time, in the blocked Caucasus Mountains, in the huge cave, golden light was reflected on the cave wall.
In the golden lake, Mosca, dressed in a wizard robe, slowly opened his eyes and walked out of the sacred spring.
Golden spring water flowed down from his body, and the evaporating magic power evaporated his clothes inch by inch. Mosca could feel himself changing, as if he had turned from glass into diamond. Although his magic skills did not change, there was a difference in essence.
After feeling what he had gained, he looked around, and finally looked at the Hell Wizards, frowning and asked: "Where is the demon Mammon?"
The Hell wizards pointed to the cave deep inside and said, "Go in."
Mosca's expression changed when he heard this. The devil was indeed the most cunning creature. It simply dumped him here and wanted to take it all for itself?
In the contract between Mosca and the demon Mammon, it was only written that a portion of the money that was suitable for Mosca would be given to Mosca, but how much Mosca could actually get depended on how he fought for it.
Now the demon Mammon walked in alone, making it impossible for Mosca to know what was inside.
"How cunning!"
Mosca frowned and then walked in.
The deeper you go into the ancient cave, the more desolate you feel like the twilight of the gods.
Mosca seemed to feel that the magic power in the void was wailing, as if infected by some kind of leftover horror.
In this sad environment, there are holes on the ground, as if they had just been dug.
"Has anything been taken?"
Mosca frowned and continued to go deeper into the cave. Along the way, he saw many ancient statues, all of which were gods from ancient Greek mythology.
Mosca couldn't help but think of the devil's whispers he heard in the sacred spring.
"Prometheus?"
Thinking of this, Mosca shook his head. He was not sure whether the devil Mammon said this on purpose for him to hear.
But this does seem to be the place where Prometheus has been, because of the inexplicable sadness, and also because according to mythology, Prometheus lived in a cave when he was punished.
The statue itself is not very powerful, but it seems to have been infected by the aura of the gods for a long time and has its own unique vision.
As we went deeper into the cave, the feeling of grief became more and more obvious.
At the end of the cave, Mosca finally saw the demon Mammon, who was standing in front of a huge altar.
"Your Excellency the Devil, you really live up to your name as a demon, you are extremely treacherous."
The demon Mammon stood in front of the huge altar of the ancient god and slowly turned around.
"I can take that as a compliment."
"But if you think I have gained a lot, you are wrong. I didn't get anything either. This is just the place where Prometheus suffered. There is no artifact like you imagined."
Mosca smiled and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Isn't it up to you, the Devil, to decide whether there is something or not?"
"Whatever you think."
The demon Mammon did not comment, and said calmly: "If I knew all this, I could have kept it all for myself."
"According to the contract, this is yours."
The demon Mammon spread out his right hand, and a drop of golden blood floated into the air, with endless sacred aura flowing out from it.
"Although Prometheus did not leave behind anything precious, he did leave behind a lot of divine blood during his suffering."
"After all, he is a powerful one among the ancient Greek gods. His blood is a good thing."
Mosca reached out and took the divine blood, feeling the surging vitality in it.
If he could obtain a drop of divine blood during this expedition, it would actually exceed his expectations.
However, he was still unwilling to give in, thinking there must be something good here.
But it was no use being unwilling, because the demon Mammon's fist was bigger than his.
According to Mosca's inference based on ancient books, this demon is likely the incarnation of a powerful demon in the human world. In ancient times, they often used such means to come to the human world.
But even though Mosca was satisfied, he still showed his dissatisfaction and said, "That should be thanked to Lord Mammon."
The demon Mammon ignored Mosca's sarcasm and continued, "Leave the rest to the people outside!"
"Ancient God Altar, if you are interested, you can copy the divine power circuit. I have something else to do. If you get the map, you can complete the contract with me immediately."
After the demon Mammon finished speaking, he left, leaving Mosca alone.
Mosca collected the divine blood and then turned his attention to the altar.
"Ancient God Altar?"
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It was already evening when Murray woke up from the sacred spring. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Hell Wizards who were staring at him, and suddenly stood up from the sacred spring and said:
"What time is it?"
"It's already seven o'clock."
The Hell wizards replied.
Murray immediately looked around and asked, "Where are they?"
"They've already left." The wizards of Hell replied honestly.
"What?"
Murray immediately climbed out of the sacred spring, and then the entire sacred spring quickly turned into ordinary flowing water. Just as the devil Mammon said, as long as the soaking was completed, the sacred spring would be cleaned by itself.
The leader of the Hell Wizards said, "The demon left a message for you, saying that he left the altar deep in the cave."
"hateful!"
Murray knew very well that the cave must have been cleared out by the two men.
At this moment, by the lake, Murray's phone rang.
Murray walked to the shore, soaking wet, and answered the phone.
"Found the ancient brass book?"
"What? The three-headed dog of Hell?"
Thanks to Oda no Ichi 392 starting coins, I Huang Tian Di I 100 starting coins for the reward
(End of this chapter)
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